Little Prayer

by | Mar 17, 2015 | Poetry

You should see
all of his bones

when they are dancing

when they are
dancing sweeter
and lonelier
than rum

he is a hollow drum
made of bones

sick with some
astounding beat

when the wind comes off him

off his bone
island body

out of his holy
savage mouth

you would let it
scatter you

you can’t help
but be delivered

 

Photo By: Cindy Zackowitz

About The Author

Shannon Sankey

Shannon Sankey is a research assistant at the University of Pittsburgh at Greensburg, where she is pursuing her M.F.A. in Poetry. She also is a freelance copywriter and editor-in-chief of the campus literary magazine, Pendulum.